in the edge

Chapter 598: Prison of Heaven
In the face of absolute power, the gap between people is sometimes even greater than the gap between people and ants.

The scene happening right now on the coast of the East China Sea is a perfect example. No matter which evil master sees the figure holding the sledgehammer, he will say that he is out of reach - simply because the opponent's aura and fierce power have long been as real as reality, and have even surpassed the scope of evil spirit and entered a certain incomprehensible realm.

And this is indeed the case. After gaining control of the world's best war hammer, this tall man practiced hard for three hundred years. Now he has become one with the world's best war hammer and is invincible. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the king of hammers.

But now, the king of hammers could only kneel on the ground, watching the war hammer that was so close to him being held in the hands of the old man in the air who was carrying a weapon box on his back.

For a warrior like him, having his weapon taken away from him is as much a hatred as the murder of his wife or the destruction of his family!

But at this moment, he was still pinned to the ground by the invisible force. He didn't even have the ability to resist at all - he had clearly tried his best, and had clearly used his strongest attack, but his weapon suddenly became uncontrollable at the moment when it was about to hit the old man.

Could it be that he, who has been with this war hammer for more than three hundred years, is not as good as this old man who just appeared?
"Why! For what!"

The Hammer King clenched his fists tightly.

"It was clearly me who took more than three hundred years. It was clearly me who was first..."

"More than three hundred years? That must be hard."

In mid-air, the old man carrying the weapons box couldn't help but sigh after hearing these words.

"Then I have to thank you very much. If you hadn't spent more than three hundred years to make this hammer the best in the world, it wouldn't be so convenient for me to use it now... How about this, in order to repay your hard work, I will leave you with an intact body?"

"you……"

Just as the Hammer King was about to struggle desperately, the hammer that fell from the sky had already smashed his head.

The hammer that killed him was the best hammer in the world that he had carefully refined for more than three hundred years.

And this scene was also seen by the Nine Dragon Star Lord in mid-air.

"This is really..."

The Nine Dragon Star God felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Originally, the Lord of Nine Dragons thought that his act of defecting to the extraterritorial demon was bad enough, but who could have imagined that what other powerful people did would be even more outrageous than him - for example, this powerful person who was carrying a weapon box and seemed to have almost no presence before, actually did such a thing.

Passing down a tradition and letting mortals practice it, and then using this tradition to control all mortals who practice this way, this is simply...

You know, he almost fell for this trick back then!

"call……"

After taking a deep breath to calm his emotions, the Lord of Nine Dragons hid his malice, but after the powerful man carrying the weapons box came back, he still frowned - although everyone was powerful now, he should accept the existence of such things, but when he thought about how he almost became the one who was fooled, the Lord of Nine Dragons couldn't control his temper after all.

But this temper is nothing. After all, it is normal for powerful people to dislike each other. No one will pay attention to this little detail, at least no one will pay attention to it now.

Except Wenquxingjun.

After seeing this scene, Wenquxingjun above the clouds sighed.

"what happened?"

The powerful man carrying the weapons box was stunned.

"Is it because I didn't do well enough? If this weapon is not good enough, then I will change it..."

"That's not it."

Wenquxingjun shook his head.

"We just thought about the state of the mortal world."

"The state of the mortal world?"

Several powerful beings around Wenqu Star Lord were a little puzzled, especially Jiulong Star Lord, who couldn't understand what Wenqu Star Lord wanted to say.

"What's wrong with the state of the mortal world? Is there something wrong?"

"No."

Wenquxingjun shook his head.

"It just suddenly occurred to me, how did the evil spirit spread?"

"Evil spirit...hasn't this thing existed since ancient times?"

Several powerful men looked at each other, none of them really understood what this meant.

Yes, killing people will bring bad luck, this kind of thing exists in every era. If we must say the difference, it is just a matter of more or less - some eras are relatively chaotic, and the emergence of masters of bad luck will be relatively unrestrained at that time; some eras are relatively strictly managed, and there will be fewer masters of bad luck.

But no matter which era, there will always be some masters of evil spirit appearing. Killing makes them stronger, and the stronger they become, the more they can kill... until they meet a stronger one who takes the life of this master of evil spirit, and that's the end.

Those who are good at killing will always die in the process of killing. There is nothing to say about this. The mortal world has always been so chaotic anyway. Everyone kills me and I kill you just to pursue the so-called becoming stronger.

This has been true since ancient times.

"and then?"

It was at this moment that Wenquxingjun suddenly frowned.

"It's always been like this, then what? When did it start?"

"This……"

Several evil spirit masters were immediately choked.

They had some idea of ​​what Wenquxingjun wanted to say.

Yes, if evil spirit is a power that has existed since ancient times, then when did it begin? Don't forget that the powerful man carrying the weapon box just now came up with the so-called world's best magic weapon. It has been quite a while, and you can also pat your chest and say that it has existed since ancient times.

But this seemingly flawless system failed at the critical moment and directly cost the life of the Hammer King.

The seemingly invincible Hammer King was completely powerless against the creator of the power system.

So, what if evil spirit also has a creator?

"hiss……"

The group of powerful people didn't dare to think about it anymore. After all, when they were young, they were also masters of evil spirits, so they couldn't admit that this situation would happen - their own strength, their own practice, everything they had, was just under the control of others, and their so-called strength was just as ridiculous as a monkey holding a stick in the eyes of others.

Even if the monkey picks up the stick, it is still a monkey. What's more, even this stick may have been thrown by someone.

“No…right?”

This time, the powerful men really didn't dare to think about it any further.

"The evil spirit has existed since ancient times. How could it be possible..."

"I hope not. At least it doesn't look like it."

Wenquxingjun sighed.

"Go back first."

Having said this, Lord Wenquxing returned to the main hall of the Wanxing Alliance with a few powerful men.

There is no rush to forge the magic soldiers, and everyone must adjust their condition first. Therefore, Wenquxingjun made an agreement with these powerful men to come back to forge the magic soldiers tomorrow - but as he watched the backs of those powerful men leaving, a thick haze appeared on Wenquxingjun's face.

Not until all outsiders had left did Wenquxingjun take out the pair of demon eyeballs and summon out another version of himself.

"So, you already know this?"

The real Wenquxingjun looks at another Wenquxingjun just like he is looking at the other 3,600 Wenquxingjuns.

"why did not you tell me?"

“Some people know and some people don’t.”

The other Wenquxingjun looked indifferent.

"I didn't tell you because I was afraid you wouldn't be able to bear the pressure. After all, although we are all Wenquxingjun, our wills may not be the same... This has happened before. Some Wenquxingjun guessed the matter and went crazy. It's a waste and cruel."

"..."

Faced with what his other self said, Wenquxingjun fell silent.

After all, the "thing" that the other party mentioned, which was his just guess, was indeed a bit too cruel.

Not everyone can accept the fact that they are in a cage.

And he even got into this cage by himself.

This inspiration came to Wenquxingjun just now. If the system of the world's best soldiers was deliberately passed down by the great man carrying the weapon box, then who passed down all this in the sky? Whether it was the opening of the cave or the application of will, where did all this come from?

Yes, because it has been such a long time, the specific circumstances are no longer traceable. But now, looking back...is there really no problem here?

Have.

And the problem is still huge.

Things like caves are so convenient, even too convenient. As long as one has a firm will, one can open up a space of one's own. A cave is basically equivalent to a private world of a powerful person. In this world that belongs only to them, the powerful people can do whatever they want. If they want, they can even completely ignore worldly affairs.

For the powerful people themselves, this is naturally a great thing. Whether it is the cave or the power of will, they perfectly meet everything the powerful people need. If they must say that there is any other need, it is probably the will to survive.

But here lies the problem.

Is the existence of these caves really a good thing?
It seems, not necessarily.

The cave is the best residence, but also the best cage.

Look at all these powerful people. Which one of them is not a hero? Before they became powerful, they were already the strongest among the strong. With their overwhelming strength, they even transcended life and death. This is the root of their becoming powerful. But the problem is here. What happens after they become powerful? How come after they become powerful, the will to die can catch up with them?
Is it really just because of physical aging? Is this really a problem for the powerful?
Or……

The high morale of these heroes of the past has been washed away by the years, and what remains is only the fear of death itself?

Is it true that the reason they are still obsessed with power is because they still want to become stronger?
Or is it that the reason they want to become stronger is simply because they don't want to die?

"So, where did this cave, this will, this power that can accomplish anything with a firm belief come from?"

Thinking of this, Wenquxingjun's eyes suddenly became empty.

Yes, not everyone can bear this kind of thing, just like the hammer king who was knocked to the ground. Not everyone can accept that what they practice, what they believe in, what they maintain, and even what they regard as life itself, are all fake, and all of this is actually designed...

"This must be fake, right?"

Even though he emerged from a group of Wenquxingjun, the current Wenquxingjun himself finds it difficult to accept this statement.

But no matter whether he accepted it or not, the statement itself was there, and the more Wenquxingjun thought about it, the more he felt that this statement made sense - after all, if this statement was not used, many things would actually be difficult to explain, but once this statement was used, many things that could not be explained before suddenly had answers.

In the mortal world, evil spirit prevails. Ordinary mortals brandish weapons and kill each other. Only a very few people can comprehend the true meaning of power.

But even for these very few extremely powerful people, heroes who cannot be destroyed even by death, the void can still dazzle their eyes. In the caves high in the sky and in their rock-hard wills, these heroes can satisfy everything they want with just these things.

If you are satisfied, you will no longer make trouble. If you are satisfied, you will no longer make trouble.

When death catches up with them, even heroes who have transcended life and death themselves will naturally fall into an eternal sleep and never wake up again.

In fact, even if the death intention has not caught up with them, what can they do?
Look at these so-called powerful people today, see how they seek shelter from the holders of magic weapons, see how they are willing to do anything to survive, are they really the heroes of the past?
Wenquxingjun can no longer see any heroic spirit in these people.

All he could see was a group of old and incompetent people who had power but no courage and boldness.

The sky above is not a place with shining stars, nor is it a blessed place.

This place is just a cage of nothingness, imprisoning all those so-called strong men, trapping them here for life until they die.

"No wonder... we can't leave this world."

Thinking of this, Wenquxing couldn't help but cover his face and sigh.

At this moment, he finally understood the thoughts of the previous Lord Wenquxingjun.

The so-called great cause, the so-called outside world, the so-called extraterritorial demon, have never been regarded as a direction.

That was just a prisoner's last act of resistance after he found out that he was a prisoner.

(End of this chapter)